“A little more speed and you’ll have ’em guessing,” said the catcher genially. “But don’t strain yourself.”
The minutes ticked on. Several of the regular cars had come in from Riverside but there was no sign of Sam Morton. Darrell and Captain Rankin held an earnest conversation.
“What do you suppose is keeping him?” asked the manager.
“I can’t imagine. Unless he is deliberately staying away to throw the game.”
“Oh, Sam wouldn’t do that. He’s too anxious to pitch. We’ll wait a few more cars.”
“And if he doesn’t come?”
Darrell shrugged his shoulders and looked over to where Joe was practicing with Bart Ferguson.